Nothing is as it seems" in the Julia Roberts-Clive Owen corporate-espionage comedy-drama Duplicity. Take that as a blanket spoiler-alert. The strategy of the movie is to keep viewers alternately engaged and bemused, knowing they'll be tricked while feeling pleasurably gamed.
Whipping audiences through multiple intrigues across the globe, Duplicity is like Mr. and Mrs. Smith with an intricate, real story and juicy cloak and dagger instead of hyperbolic gunplay. It's an odd duck: a labor-intensive piece of light entertainment. The film exposes its heavy narrative machinery as it hurtles breathlessly along, yet it succeeds because of the dexterity of Tony Gilroy, the writer-director, and the star power of Owen and Roberts.
Gilroy asks the basic question, "How can you grow to trust the person you want and need to trust most - the one you love?" Then he hands it over to stars portraying spies who are experts at deception. No one is better than Owen at displaying supple humor and emotion without blowing his hard-guy cover. His performance should delight the millions who thought he should have been the new James Bond. Roberts gets to focus her intelligence and ebullience and deliver a new, mature modulation on her trademark energy and her often-humorous combination of gnarliness and glamour. One of her last decent star roles was in Mona Lisa Smile (2003). In Duplicity, she invents a Mona Lisa laugh, chuckle and giggle.
